Monthly Archives: August 2013

Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney has died, at the age of 74. While I’m familiar with his other work, I’m particularly touched by this because his version of Beowulf is the one in the Norton Anthology, and hence the one through … Continue reading →

Via the Spawn, we have what is apparently a moment from a recent Drum Corps International competition (think marching band on steroids): Unfortunately, they later attempted to form a tesseract and the trumpet section disappeared into the inaccessible Plateau of … Continue reading →

You know, I keep hearing about the King family’s connection to the March on Washington, but I never see them in the film footage: Meanwhile, I’ve been in serious need of some cheering up as the jury selection gets rolling … Continue reading →

When I got up this morning, I saw that the lead story in the Northern KY news concerns the trial. Jury selection begins the day after tomorrow. If I were wise, I would probably ignore all the coverage, leave the … Continue reading →

Yes, I’m still around. I spent Saturday through Wednesday in Kentucky, as preparations continued for my brother’s trial. Jury selection begins on Monday, and I’ll return to Kentucky after Labor Day, in time for opening statements. How grim have things … Continue reading →

Some — OK, many — of my friends describe me as something of a curmudgeon. I don’t think I am — quite. What I am is someone with a tragic view of humanity and a certainty that we live in … Continue reading →

The post title is in honor of Elvis Presley, who checked out 36 years ago today, when he was five years younger than I am now. I remember hearing the news en route to football practice, and spending the next … Continue reading →